This is a song about "Green bud good buds stick together"

When i'm on it, on it like my job

Burn bud and get a stressed throat

She should have invited her

Now we are together

Her name was sue and we use to stick together like glue,

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

Only strapped when the backpack got bud inside

If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night

Yellow matter custard, green slop pie, all mixed together with a dead dog’s eye.

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

I dream of makin green/

Man this life is but a dream

Left out to dry like a big bag of buds,

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

When i get stressed out i have to take a bud